he lungs; but how serious, I
could not tell. McFarquhar established himself in Ould Michael's cabin
and nursed him day and night. He was very anxious that the minister
should see Ould Michael and, when the day came for Mr. Macleod's service
in Grand Bend, I brought him to Ould Michael's cabin, giving him the
whole story on the way. His highland loyalty was stirred.

"Noble fellow," he said, warmly, "it is a pity he is a Romanist; a sore
pity."

His visit to Ould Michael was not a success. Even McFarquhar had to
confess that somehow his expounding of the way of salvation to Ould
Michael and his prayers, fervent though they were, did not appeal to the
old soldier; the matter confused and worried him. But however much he
failed with Ould Michael there was no manner of doubt that he was
succeeding with McFarquhar. Long and earnest were their talks and, after
every "season," McFarquhar came forth more deeply impressed with the
grand powers of the minister. He Had already established the "family
altar" in his home and was making some slow progress in instructing his
wife and children in "the doctrine of grace," but as Ould Michael began
to grow stronger, McFarquhar's anxiety about _his state_ grew deeper.
Again and again he had the minister in to him, but Ould Michael remained
unmoved; indeed, he could hardly see what the minister would be at.

One evening as we three were sitting in Ould Michael's main room,
McFarquhar ventured to express his surprise at Ould Michael's continued
"darkness" as he said:

"My friend," said the minister, solemnly, "it has been given me that
you are the man to lead him into the light."

"God pity me!" exclaimed McFarquhar. "That I could lead any man!"

"And more," said the minister, in deepening tones, "it is borne in upon
me that his blood will be upon you."

McFarquhar's look of horror and fear was pitiable and his voice rose in
an agony of appeal.

"God be merciful to me! you will not be saying such a word as that."

"Fear not," replied the minister, "he will be given to you for a jewel
in your crown."

McFarquhar was deeply impressed.

"How can this thing be?" he inquired in despair.

"You are his friend!" The minister's voice rose and fell in solemn
rhythm. "You are strong; he is weak. You will need to put away from you
all that causeth your brother to offend, and so you will lead him into
the light."

The minister's face was that of a man seeing visions and McFarquhar,
deep